Knock, Knock... Who's There?

Let's back track a few weeks. I can't help but not share this story. So rewind back to Wednesday, December 29th. I went to Landmark Tavern for a friend's wedding reception. She actually got married on Christmas Eve in Key West- it was just the two of them. I must say that's pretty sweet to get married on the beach with just the two of them! Since they eloped they decided to have their family and friends gather to celebrate. They had the bar closed down for a few hours so they could have their private party.

Granted it was a work night, I was hesitant about having fun at the open bar (that can be dangerous)! So I wouldn't get OOC (out of control for those of you who don't know), I had a little bite to eat before I went and of course I nibbled on the meatballs and hummus at the reception. Then the wine started pouring. And after a couple glasses of wine I can't feel my brain. (Side note- I always tell my friends after drinking wine I can't feel my brain. Usually when I say this it basically means I have liquid courage and I'll talk to anyone).

So once they re-open the bar to the public, I pretty much told one of the bartenders, "hey don't worry, I'll help card people." Here I am wearing a cute dress holding a big glass of pinot grigio carding people at the door. After I "attempted" to card people a few friends gave me the suggestion of also telling patrons there was a cover. Of course I was up for making a profit- a girl needs money after all the weddings from 2010! Boy was I in for a surprise! The next two men that came into the bar were clearly over the age of 21. I believe my exact words were, "excuse me y'all I need to see some ID and oh, there's a $10 cover." Pretty much the two men laughed at me and went on in towards the bar in which case my friend runs to one of the men and apologizes for my silly behavior.


I then learned that man was none other than Bill Cowher aka the former Pittsburgh Steelers aka former NC State football player. As much as I have the Wolfpack fever I was in my own world not even paying attention to who was coming or going.

Yes... I carded the big man Bill Cowher and charged him a cover to get in. It makes for a good story, but it would have been better had he paid me the cover I asked him for... I mean he clearly could have afforded it! He was a nice guy, he even took a photo with the bride and groom! I just had to share that story!